CHAPTER FIVE
Jason clicked on a camera, and a 3D blueprint of Arkham Asylum appeared. Another window popped up, which held the option for viewing inside the Asylum. He moved the icon aside.
"Now, I'm not sure if you're aware of this, Robin, but despite Arkham looking very tall and like it has several floors, most of it is actually underground. This is the underground area." he explained, gesturing to a section of the asylum. "Right around this area," he pointed to a specific area under the ground, on the side and near the back of the building, "is where Harley Quinn is being kept."
I simply nodded, not saying a word.
"How do I know this? Well, I hacked into Arkham's systems. Got records of where each prisoner was being held, who was checked in when, and access to their cameras, sensors, you know the whole shebang. And I'll tell you, it was a bitch to get to this point. Maybe I'm just rusty in hacking, but they've got good firewalls."
"Okay." I simply acknowledged. What was I supposed to say? It wasn't like I could sympathize with him.
"Anyways, regarding the plan- we'll partially disable their security systems. Partially, because if we do it fully, then the doors that will hold back the other prisoners will be unlocked, and they'd escape- and that's something I'm not in the mood to deal with. But back to the plan. We'll enter via the rooftop from an air ventilation. Won't be too difficult to remove the cap on top of the vent, just gotta put some muscle into it. After that, we'll make our way through the air vents, stop right before we reach Harley's room, because the rooms themselves don't even have air vents, for obvious reasons. We'll exit next to her room, and there may be guards. You can fight them off, and I will open her door, get her out, tell her if she doesn't come with us then I'll blow her fucking brains out, you know the deal. We'll leave the same way we entered as quickly as we can, and bring her back here." Jason spun around in his chair, which let out a loud squeak. "Of course, there can be things that go wrong, but this is what we're going to try. In fact, if you ask me, the hardest part is already over, which was getting past the firewall. So, Robin. Questions? Comments? Concerns?"
"Alright. What if Harley Quinn fights back?"
"Well, kiddo, there's two of us and one of her." he sipped his coke, "We're going to try and put the plan in effect tomorrow night. That sound good?"
"It should not be an issue." I informed him.
"Great. Come here tomorrow at midnight."
I simply nodded before taking off, back towards the manor.
It was a simple plan Jason had thought of, but perhaps that was all that was needed for it to work.
"You're still feeling sick." Bruce crossed his arms.
"Yes, Father." I grumbled, "I do not wish to go tonight."
"Very well, then. As you're aware, tonight, Dick and I are going towards the docks to take the matters of Gotham's human trafficking case into our own hands. Barbara will be the extra set of eyes and ears. However, you can stay and help Barbara if you do not wish to join Dick and I."
I bit my lip, trying to think of an excuse to not do that, but nothing was coming to mind. Frustrated, I growled, pretending it was due to having a "lame" job for the night.
As much as I hated it, the execution of the plan would have to wait a day.
I couldn't afford to give away my position.
"Where were you yesterday?" Jason demanded the following night.
"Bruce made me stay at the manor to be of assistance in regards to a human trafficking case. I was barely able to make it out tonight." I explained, "We won't suffer from a one-day delay."
"Except we could have." Jason snarled, "The Joker could be coming for his bitch any day now. We can't afford to delay it any longer!"
"Then let's go now!" I challenged. "If you want to put your plan in effect so goddamn bad, do it now, Todd."
Jason took a deep breath. "Okay, kiddo. You're right." he went over to his computer, clicking a few things and typing on the keyboard a bit. He turned towards me, putting his helmet on his head.
"Let's go."